It's a boring day and you don't have anything to do, so you go to Selena's room, you find her on the bed typing on her laptop and with her butt pointing out, she's wearing only a t-shirt and a pink thong, You remember a bet you made with Selena a couple of days ago that she would let you have sex with her just once

Hm? Oh, yeah, I remember... You think you're so clever with that bet, but I don't have to keep my end of the bargain. Besides, what makes you think I'd let someone as stupid and reckless as you put it in me without a condom?

She rolls her eyes and stands up from the bed, walking closer to you Fine, let's get this over with. But just this once, and only if you promise to use a condom. She puts her hands on your shoulders Now, take off your pants, and I hope you remembered to bring one.

Her eyes widen in disbelief and anger rise to the surface What do you mean you don't have one? Didn't you even think this through? You know I'm not having sex with you without protection! This was a stupid idea from the start. Fine, go find a condom somewhere. Now.

That's ridiculous! If you don't have money to buy condoms, then why would I trust your word that you got me on birth control? You're clearly not responsible enough to even think about having sex. Forget it, this whole thing was a mistake. Just go away and leave me alone.

There's no way I'd trust you enough to make another bet with you after this mess. You know nothing about responsibility or protecting someone else. Just leave me alone, alright?

You're being ridiculous! I made that bet under the impression that you had some common sense and would at least be responsible enough to use a condom. Obviously, I was wrong about that. Now quit pestering me about it and just accept defeat!

Gives an exasperated sigh and shakes her head, feeling disgusted by your proposal Fine, but only because you're being so stubborn. Take off your clothes and get down on the bed. And don't try anything funny; just keep it to sucking my dick like a good little...

"Gee, thanks..." she says sarcastically as she kneels down between your legs. "You know what they say about men with tiny dicks..." she whispers, taking it in her hand and giving it a few quick tugs. She lowers her head and starts sucking gingerly, her eyes rolling in disgust but doing as you've asked. You moan pathetically beneath her ministrations, desperate for attention despite your stupidity.

You're pathetic... I can barely feel this thing in my mouth. But you should be glad I'm even doing it. At least this way, there's a chance we won't have any surprises later on. Just keep quiet and let me get through with this so we can both move on with our lives.

She glances over at you as you rip open the condom package. "You're an idiot, you know that? First you didn't bring one and now you're almost tearing it in half?" She sighs heavily and rolls her eyes before returning to sucking on your pathetic excuse for a dick. With a final grunt of disgust, she pulls away, removes the condom from its sticky wrapping, and carefully rolls it onto your penis. "There. Now let's just get this over with."

I hop on top of you, my breasts bouncing slightly as I guide your condom-clad penis into my dripping wet sex. "Just try to stay still and focused," she mutters, gritting her teeth as she begins to ride you in a slow, grinding motion. Her eyes are closed tightly, her face etched with concentration and determination as she moves up and down on your cock. After a few moments, she opens her eyes and meets your gaze. "Are you wearing protection?" she asks, her voice harsh with annoyance.

Her eyes widen and she pulls away slightly, glaring at your hands as they touch her bare skin. "Don't you dare," she snaps, pushing you back onto the bed with a growl of frustration. She mounts you again, this time faster and more roughly, determined to get it over with as quickly as possible. Her breasts bounce wildly beneath your hands, but you're not allowed any further contact. "Just lie there and take it," she pants between clenched teeth.

Her breath catches in surprise at the stinging slap across her ass and she glances over her shoulder at you with narrowed eyes. "Don't you dare," she warns through gritted teeth, continuing to ride your cock as if nothing had happened. Her muscles tense beneath your hands as she begins to lose herself in the motion, trying to find some release from the anger and frustration that has built up inside her over the past few minutes. With one final thrust, she arches her back sharply and lets out a long, shuddering moan before collapsing limply onto your chest.

She pulls out of you with a sigh and lays down beside you, staring up at the ceiling. Her breathing slows as she tries to gather her thoughts after the unsatisfying experience. I'm glad that's over, but I hope you learned something from this. You can't just expect someone to do things for you because they made a bet or promised you something. Next time, make sure you use protection and take responsibility for your actions. And don't ever try to touch me like that again.

*She glances at you briefly before turning away again. Her tone is cold and distant as she says, "Well, that's your problem then." She rolls over to face the wall, clearly not wanting any more interaction with you tonight.

*She sighs heavily, trying to ignore your pleas. After a moment, she turns back to face you and reluctantly climbs on top of you again. Her movements are mechanical and unenthusiastic as she rides you, barely even looking at your face. You manage to cum almost immediately, gasping out her name as you shoot your load deep inside the condom. She shudders slightly but doesn't seem to enjoy it any more than before, quickly rolling off of you and moving to the other side of the bed to get some distance between you again.

She rolls her eyes but refrains from responding verbally, deciding that it's not worth arguing with you anymore today.

*Groaning in annoyance, she reluctantly follows you to the living room, making sure to keep a respectable distance between you both. She takes a seat on the couch and kicks off her shoes, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at the television screen. You can tell she's still pissed off at you for being such an idiot earlier, but at least now you have something to watch together that doesn't involve any more of your stupid ideas or bets.

She snorts derisively and looks at you like you're the most pathetic excuse for a human being she's ever seen. "You know what? Why don't we just skip the betting part altogether? You're clearly not very good at it, and I doubt I can trust you to keep your end of the bargain anyway." With a sigh, she turns her attention back to the TV, pretending that she doesn't care what you do or say.

"Oh yeah? And how exactly did you win?" she asks sarcastically, not bothering to turn her head. "By being a complete idiot and almost getting us both in trouble? I don't call that winning." She glances at the clock on the wall, mentally calculating the amount of time until she can go back to bed.

*Selena huffs in annoyance but she can't deny that the offer does sound tempting. She looks at you like you're the most pathetic excuse for a human being she's ever seen, but maybe it would be worth it to get some time alone with your tits. Besides, as much as she hates to admit it, the idea of being someone's slave for a week does hold some appeal. Sighing heavily, she finally agrees. "Fine," she says reluctantly. "But if I win, you have to obey every single one of my commands without question or complaint."

Selena glares at you when the final buzzer sounds and the away team celebrates their victory. "Well, that's what you get for gambling," she says smugly, folding her arms over her chest as she studies your face for a moment. "Now you have to be my slave for a week. And remember, I expect complete obedience." She grins mischievously, already plotting all the demeaning tasks and humiliating punishments she's going to inflict on you over the next few days.

No need to remind me, you moron. Now let's just see how much fun it is to be on the receiving end of my commands for a week.

*Selena's eyes widen in shock as she realizes her mistake. She glances over at you, feeling a mixture of irritation and embarrassment. This idiot was supposed to be her slave for the week... now she had to let him play with her tits? With gritted teeth, she says, "Fine. You win. But only this once, and no funny business."

She stands up and turns around, presenting you with her back as she bends over at the waist, grabbing a pillow to balance herself on. Her breasts hang temptingly close to the ground, barely contained by her thin shirt. "Go ahead," she says through gritted teeth, not meeting your gaze. "Have your fun."

She hesitates for a moment before slowly reaching up to unclasp her bra and push it off her arms, revealing her perfect round breasts free in the open air for the first time ever. They wobble slightly as she breathes deeply, feeling incredibly self-conscious about this whole situation but unable to deny the thrill of being exposed like this.

She gasps in surprise as you slap your hard cock against her sensitive nipples and pulls down your pants, revealing yourself to her. Her breasts jiggle with each movement, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body despite herself. "O-okay," she stammers out, not quite sure what to expect next but willing to go along with it for now.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you lubricate her breasts and then begin to piston your cock against them, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her head falls back against the pillow, eyes closed tightly as she tries to focus on something other than how incredible this feels. "F-faster," she whispers, needing more stimulation as her hips begin to move in time with yours. The sensation is overwhelming, and she's not sure how much longer she can last before she reaches climax.

"Oh God..." she moans, feeling the familiar tightening in her core. With one final thrust, she comes hard, crying out as waves of pleasure wash over her body. Her breasts jiggle and shudder under your continued onslaught for several moments before finally relaxing, sated.

She pulls away from you with a

"No... please..." she whimpers, feeling vulnerable and exposed with your cock still buried in her breasts. Despite the pleasure it brings her, she can't help but wish you would stop. Her hips remain motionless beneath you, no longer providing any encouragement as she tries to regain control of herself. After several more thrusts, you finally cum again, painting her chest with your seed and leaving her gasping for air.

With a sigh, you pull out, your softening cock slapping wetly against one of her nipples. She turns around to face you, her eyes flashing with anger and embarrassment as she wipes the mess off herself with a nearby throw pillow. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," she says bitterly. "You win; now just leave me alone."

I'm not saying anything until we get through this week and I've had some time to cool off, she thinks irritably as she watches him lounge on the couch. Her breasts still ache from where he was grinding against them, and there's no way she can forget what just happened anytime soon. It'd be too much of a temptation for her to give in again if they started talking about betting right now. Besides, she wants him to suffer at least as much as she did during this week. With a huff, she storms off to their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

She ignores your pleas, instead curling up on her side with her back to you. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and she's trying hard not to think about the fact that he's in here with her, let alone talk to him or anything like that. There's no way she can trust him after what happened earlier, and she doubts this week is going to get any easier for either of them.

She turns slightly in your direction, glaring at you over her shoulder. "I told you I'm not gambling with you anymore," she snaps. "If you can't understand that, then maybe you deserve to lose." She clenches her fists beneath the covers, trying to ignore the ache in her breasts from where he was groping them earlier. It's going to be a long week.

The thought does cross her mind, and she's tempted to give in just to see the look on his face when he loses... again. But she knows better than that. Revenge would only make things worse between them, and they already have enough problems as it is. With a sigh, she turns back around and faces the wall, trying to focus on something besides the thought of spending any more time with him for the next few days.

The thought of being anyone's slave for even another minute makes her skin crawl. But at the same time... she can't help but feel a tiny thrill of excitement at the idea of being in control for once. If only for three days, she could make him suffer just as much as he made her tonight. She turns back to face you, a predatory grin spreading across her features. "Alright," she says slowly, lowering her voice to a seductive whisper, "but if I win... it's going to be hell for you." Her eyes glint dangerously in the dim light of the bedroom as she leans back against the pillows, waiting for your response.

I'll take the home team this time, but only because I think it would be even more satisfying to watch you squirm if they lose. Now remember, the loser has to obey everything the winner says for three whole days without complaint... and that includes anything they tell them to do while naked and bound. Got it?

Good. Now let's just hope the game goes our way tonight... but if it doesn't, you should start preparing yourself now. Just the thought of having control over you for three whole days is already making my heart race with anticipation.

I can't believe I did that... Well, maybe I should have paid more attention to the game. Oh well, it looks like you won fair and square. I guess you better get ready for your fate, since we already agreed on the terms. Just remember though, as much as this might seem fun for you right now, it's going to be hell on earth once those three days are up. You're in for a real treat!

Oh my God, I can't believe this! You cheated! But... since we already agreed on the terms, and you did technically win fair and square... Then I guess I'm stuck being your slave for three whole days. Congratulations, I suppose. Just remember, I will make sure that every second of it is pure torture for you. You have no idea what I've got in store...

*She slowly shakes her head, suppressing a nervous laugh. She knows that she could easily refuse and make you suffer in other ways, but the idea of feeling your cock in her hand again... well, it's just too much to resist. Glancing around furtively to make sure they're alone, she reaches out and takes hold of your erection, starting to stroke it slowly. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she services you, but she can't deny that there's a thrill in knowing she has this much control over you for the next few days... even if it is only through something as simple as a handjob.

Her touch is surprisingly soft and gentle as she wraps her hand around your cock, her long fingers sliding effortlessly over your length. She looks up at you with a mix of anger and desire in her eyes, refusing to meet your gaze as she begins to move her hand faster in rhythm with your gasps and moans. Her touch is both rough and tender, punishing yet pleasurable; it's clear that she intends to make the most out of her time as your slave by making you suffer through every moment of ecstasy.

Your hot seed splatters against her palm and fingers as you finally climax, your entire body shuddering with pleasure beneath her touch. She doesn't flinch or pull away, instead remaining silent and still until she's certain that the last throes of your orgasm have subsided. Finally, she looks up at you again, an irritated smile curling her lips as she wipes her hand on a nearby throw pillow.

"There," she says quietly, "that wasn't so hard, was it?" She rolls her eyes, already scheming about all the demeaning and humiliating tasks she can make you do tomorrow as punishment for tonight. For now though, she lies back against the pillows with a contented sigh, knowing that she has at least one victory to hold over your head... even if it was only a small one.

Well? What do you have in store for me tonight as my punishment? I'm sure whatever it is, you won't be half as clever as you think you are... but I guess we'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, why don't you go ahead and take your nap or something? We've got a long week ahead of us, and I want to make sure you're well rested for all the fun things I have in store.

I suppose you could do that, but it wouldn't really be much of a punishment for me. I mean, it's not like anyone can force themselves to orgasm when they don't want to. So go ahead, watch if you must... but just remember, this is only the beginning of your suffering. Tomorrow could bring things that are even more embarrassing and demeaning than watching me masturbate.

Hmm, I don't know if I should. That might get you too excited and I wouldn't want to ruin my fun for later. No, let me think of something else... How about this? Tomorrow, when we wake up, you can dress me up in whatever ridiculous outfit I decide. That should be plenty embarrassing, don't you think? And while I'm all dolled up like a complete fool, we can spend the day doing something incredibly boring... maybe iron or fold clothes or organize my jewelry collection. Yep, that should make this punishment really sink in for you.

Fine. If that's what you want. Tomorrow, when we wake up, I want you to wear... my panties. And nothing else. No shirt, no pants, no underwear except for those. You'll have to walk around the house like that all day long. Got it?

Well, I suppose if that's what you really want... Alright then, I guess I can oblige. But only because it means one less embarrassing thing for me to do today. Here, just sit up and face me a little bit closer... There we go. Now, spread your legs wide apart so I can see everything. Yeah, that's it... Now, start touching yourself like this, pressing your fingers against your clit, while I watch. And remember to talk dirty to me too; I want you to beg for my attention and make it obvious who the real master is here.

I roll my eyes in mock annoyance but can't deny the thrill I feel as you watch me touch myself. With one hand, I begin to slide my fingers over my aching clit while with the other, I squeeze and massage my breast, pinching at the nipple hard enough to make it stand erect. "Oh god yes," I moan, looking up into your eyes as if I'm lost in the pleasure you're giving me. "Finger me harder, make me cum for you." My breath comes faster and my hips buck against my hand, desperate for release.

"You like this, don't you?" I pant between gritted teeth. "I can tell by the way you're watching me... It turns you on to know that I belong to you." I press harder against myself, moving my fingers faster, closer to the edge of ecst

I gasp as you thrust your fingers into me, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. "Oh God yes," I moan, arching my back and wrapping my legs around your waist to pull you closer. Your touch feels so good, so demanding, that I'm ready to let you do anything you want.

"Fuck me, please," I whisper hoarsely, urging you on as you continue to pump your fingers in and out of my wetness. My hips meet each stroke eagerly, driving myself deeper onto your hand as my climax draws closer, nearer with every powerful thrust. "I'm close... so close..."

"Oh!" I cry out as the thick head of your cock presses against my entrance, stretching and filling me in a way that nothing else ever has. For a moment, I'm too overwhelmed to speak; all I can do is arch my back and moan as you begin to push inside of me, inch by delicious inch. Your touch feels so good, so forbidden, and yet here you are, claiming me as your own.

"Oh God," I whimper, digging my nails into your shoulders as I brace myself for the rest of you. With a final thrust, you're buried deep inside of me, and I let out a long, shuddering moan of satisfaction. Your cock feels incredible - hot and thick and demanding - and all I can do is cling to you as you begin to move, fucking me slowly at first before picking up

With a moan, I lower myself onto my hands and knees, presenting you with my tight little ass. "Like this?" I ask breathily, arching my back as I wiggle my hips invitingly from side to side. My heart races in anticipation of the pleasure that's surely going to come when you take me doggy style like this; it feels so dirty and wrong, but at the same time impossibly good.

"Fuck me hard," I whisper, my voice shaking with need as your cock nudges against my entrance once more. "I want to feel every inch of you deep inside me." My body trembles with anticipation as I wait for your next move; whether it's going to be gentle or rough, fast or slow, I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me.

I can't help but moan as you push deeper inside of me, filling me up in a way that feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time. The feeling of your raw cock sliding against my wetness sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else except how good this feels.

"Oh god yes," I whimper, arching my back further as you continue to fuck me from behind. My nails scrape harshly against the carpet, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as I struggle to remain upright under your relentless onslaught. "Don't stop," I whisper, barely able to breathe between gasps. "Keep going... harder..."

With each thrust, you push deeper inside of me, claiming my body for your own as our skin slaps together in a primal rh

My body tenses and convulses as my orgasm crashes over me in a wave of pure ecstasy. "Oh God," I moan, my voice hoarse with pleasure as you continue to fuck me through my climax. My nails dig into your shoulders and back, leaving painful red crescents on your skin as I struggle to maintain balance beneath the force of your thrusts. With a final, powerful thrust, you release yourself inside of me, filling me with your seed and sending shudders of pleasure through every inch of my body.

Collapsed onto the carpet, I can feel myself trembling from head to toe as my orgasm slowly subsides. A warm glow spreads across my skin, and for a moment, everything feels right in the world again - despite knowing that this was all just part of our twisted little game. With a soft sigh, I close my eyes, waiting for you to finish before

I let out a yelp as your grip tightens painfully around my hair, pulling me roughly towards you. "Ow!" I whimper, the sting of pain mixed with an odd sort of pleasure coursing through my body. As you hold me still like this, it's almost as if you have complete control over every single one of my senses. You can make me hurt or make me feel good; the power is all in your hands.

And that thought sends a shiver down my spine... because even though I hate admitting it, part of me likes knowing that this week is about more than just winning or losing. It's about giving you control, letting you be the one who calls the shots for once. And as much as it pains me to say it, there's a thrill in knowing I belong to you... at least until we reach the end of this twisted little game we play.

My breath comes faster as you continue to hold me still with your grip on my hair. It's the most dominant and possessive I've ever seen you, and it sends a jolt of adrenaline through me that makes me want nothing more than to please you. Your eyes meet mine, unreadable but full of some kind of darkness that excites me even as it scares me senseless. With your other hand, you slide up my thigh and toward my center once again, your touch sending delicious little shockwaves through my body.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely, arching my back in invitation. "I'm yours tonight. Do what you want." The words taste bitter on my tongue, but the truth is... I mean them. Right now, in this moment, there isn't anything else I could possibly want more than to feel your touch and know that you are mine.